I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 194 Death is Coming (Daily 700010000 Day )

It was a dark night, the street lights were dim and the scenery in the distance could not be seen clearly.

An ambulance was parked on the side of the road, and its flashing red and blue warning lights made the surrounding scene flicker.

There was a sense of tension and sadness in the air, as if even the night wind was slightly chilly.

William stood on the side of the road in a trance, watching with empty eyes as several doctors and nurses carried a white stretcher into the ambulance.

The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, through which the outline of a human figure could be vaguely seen.

William felt a wave of grief in his heart, as if an invisible hand was kneading his heart hard.

He knew that the person lying on the stretcher with his face covered by a white cloth was his good friend Clark.

An hour ago, they were still talking and laughing together, discussing plans for tomorrow and sharing each other's joy and excitement.

But now, Clark has left him forever, and can no longer hear his voice or see his smile.

Jenny stood beside William, her face full of tears. She held William's arms tightly, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, drop by drop onto the ground.

Although she was deeply saddened, she knew William's pain was even greater, so she hugged him tightly, hoping that her warmth would alleviate his pain a little.

Just then, a black car drove up quickly and stopped in front of them.

The car door opened and a handsome man and a beautiful woman got out. They were Steve and Sharon who had rushed over after receiving the news.

Sharon came over with a cane, hobbling over.

Steve was worried that Sharon would be in danger if left alone, but Sharon insisted on coming to see the children.

Steve watched the ambulance door slowly close, covering the white cloth on the stretcher inside. He sighed in his heart and walked to William and Jenny, his eyes full of concern and confusion.

"William, what's going on? What exactly happened?" Steve's voice was a little low.

William raised his head, his eyes blurred with tears, his voice choked with sobs: "It was an accident. Clark passed away because of an accident."

"Accident? Another accident?" Steve frowned, took a deep breath, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

When Sharon heard this, her face changed suddenly, her hands tightly grasped the crutches, and her body trembled slightly.

She had just been in an accident and nearly lost her life, and now Clark had died in an accident as well?
These two accidents that happened almost simultaneously are definitely not a coincidence.

Steve suddenly realized that this might be another mysterious incident.

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and a strong premonition surged in his heart.

He turned to look at Sharon, who happened to be looking at him, both of them revealing a hint of determination in their eyes.

"William, we need to know more details." Steve's voice became calm and firm. He knew very well that this was not the time to be immersed in sadness. They must find out the truth as soon as possible and uncover the mystery.

William nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

There was a flash of pain in his eyes, but he knew he had to concentrate at this moment and recall what had happened.

He began to recall the scene an hour ago, his voice low and slow: "We were walking on the road, preparing to have a midnight snack. The sky was still clear at that time, the moonlight was shining on the road, and we were talking and laughing."

"But unexpectedly, a strong wind suddenly blew, like a demonic wind howling from the depths of hell. At that moment, a large sign on it suddenly made a sharp creaking sound, and then fell down, hitting Clark. He..."

William's voice choked and his eyes became blurred, as if he saw that tragic scene again - Clark's body was pressed down by the heavy sign, blood instantly dyed the ground red, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Steve patted William on the shoulder and motioned for him to continue.

“The police came and checked. They said there were no signs of human error. It was because the screws of the sign were too old and cracked due to the strong wind.” William’s voice was full of helplessness and pain.

Steve frowned even more tightly, and he looked towards the road not far away, where there was still a pool of blood, as if telling the tragedy of the accident.

His intuition told him that this was not just a simple accident.

"William, this is most likely not an accident." Steve's voice was low and powerful, with a hint of uneasiness.

"Huh?" William opened his eyes wide and looked at Steve in confusion.

At this moment, Sharon stepped forward. Her face looked a little pale, and there seemed to be a shadow in her eyes. She said softly, "Because not long ago, I also encountered an accident and almost died."

William then noticed that Sharon was using crutches and had a bandage on her foot. His heart sank as he realized the seriousness of the matter.

"You mean, someone wants to kill us?" There was a hint of trembling in William's voice.

Steve shook his head, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes: "Maybe not a human"

Hearing this, William trembled, and couldn’t help but hold Jenny’s hand, and the two looked at each other, and they could see the fear and uneasiness in each other’s eyes.

"Then, what is that?" William asked with an almost trembling voice.

"do not know."

Steve sighed: "William, have you heard about the mysterious incident?"

William nodded: "It's being said everywhere on the Internet now. Are you saying that we have also encountered a mysterious incident?"

"Ah."

Steve nodded, his eyes solemn. "The only strange thing is, why are we being targeted? We just met today, and the only time we met was today."

At this time, Sharon seemed to think of something, frowned, took out her mobile phone and searched the Internet.

Her fingers slid quickly across the screen, her eyes became more and more solemn, and finally her face turned as pale as paper.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Steve, her voice extremely solemn: "Captain, there was an accident on the plane this morning. Everyone on the plane died."

"What?!" Steve's voice was full of shock and anger. Not only him, but William and Jenny also changed their expressions.

"Hasn't the plane this morning been checked many times to make sure there are no problems?"

"They said we encountered a thunderstorm during the flight. But there was no thunderstorm in the weather forecast."

"So, this was another accident?"

Steve took a breath. Now he was absolutely sure that something must have gone wrong. There was an invisible existence that was using accidents to kill them.

He looked at William and Jenny and said in a deep voice: "I think you two will stay with us for the next few days."

Steve drove William and Jenny back to their hotel, helped take their luggage, and then went back to Steve and Sharon's hotel.

As night fell, the lights on the street twinkled like stars, but the scenery outside the car window could not dispel the dull atmosphere in the car. William and Jenny's faces were full of fatigue and worry, and Steve could feel the uneasiness in their hearts.

Since the bathroom in Sharon's room was not working, they decided to cancel that room and all stayed in Steve's room.

The room is not big, but it is big enough to accommodate four people.

Steve poured a cup of hot water for William and Jenny, placed it in front of them, then pulled over a chair and sat down.

The steam from the hot water rose in the air, as if to dispel the chill of the night.

Sharon sat on the edge of the bed, looking at William and Jenny tenderly.

She knew that the young couple was experiencing tremendous psychological pressure.

William looked at the hot water with white mist in front of him and said thoughtfully: "Steve, I thought about it carefully. Maybe it's because I changed the future that these things happened."

His voice was low and doubtful.

"If I hadn't dreamed about the future, we would have died in that plane crash."

William's voice gradually became low: "But now, we are all alive, which means we have changed the future."

Steve took over his words and continued, "So, there is a mysterious force that wants to make those of us who are supposed to die actually die through some accidents, so that everything can get back on track."

His tone was firm, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

He had already thought of these speculations when he heard that the plane had encountered an accident.

William grabbed his hair, and his heart almost collapsed: "Then what should we do?"

His voice was filled with despair: "Are we really going to die?!"

He originally thought that his predictive ability could save people, but in the end it only delayed death. The god of death still followed them, using the sickle representing death to reap everyone's lives one by one.

William felt powerless deep in his heart. He felt like he was trapped in an endless black hole and could not escape.

"No, I don't want that."

William shook his head vigorously and reached out to hold Jenny’s hand, as if it was his last straw: “At least, let Jenny live.”

“No, I want to be with you!” Jenny’s tears burst out, and she hugged William tightly, as if she wanted to merge him into her body.

The two hugged each other and cried bitterly, their tears soaking each other's shoulders.

Sharon was moved by the sight of this affectionate couple. She walked over and patted Jenny on the back. "Don't worry. Who said anything would happen? I'm standing right in front of you, okay?"

Her voice was gentle and firm, like a warm current flowing into everyone's hearts.

"Yes."

Steve agreed. "Even if it's the Grim Reaper who wants us, it can only kill us by accident. As long as we stay alert, we don't have to worry about accidents."

His eyes were determined, and he was willing to challenge death.

William raised his head, tears glistening in his eyes: "But, we have to sleep, how can we keep on guard?"

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Steve took a deep breath and said thoughtfully, "We can take turns sleeping, as long as someone is watching over us."

"Ah."

Sharon also said: "You can go to sleep first, the two of us can just keep watch."

This might be the only way, so William and Jenny had no choice but to agree, but they insisted on going to keep watch as well to help Steve share the burden.

However, they were so tired that they fell asleep in each other's arms before long.

Steve picked up a blanket and covered them with it. Looking at the two people who still looked terrified, he sighed in his heart.

He sat on a chair, and he and Sharon watched the surroundings vigilantly, ready for any unknown accident at any time.

Time passed by little by little, and the night seemed particularly long. Steve and Sharon took turns to keep watch, exchanging glances with each other tacitly, as if conveying strength and confidence in silence.

The moonlight outside the window poured into the room, adding a touch of tranquility to this tense night.

Suddenly, Steve heard a strange sound, as if the wind was blowing the curtains. He immediately became alert, walked to the window and checked carefully.

It was quiet outside the window, with only a few stars twinkling in the night sky. He breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his seat, and continued to keep watch.

Sharon looked at Steve and couldn't help but whispered, "I didn't expect that we would encounter a mysterious incident before the mission even started. We can't stay in this room forever and not go out, right?"

There are many more unstable factors outside, and the probability of accidents is higher. Some accidents may not be avoidable even if you see them.

For example, a huge truck ran out of control and rammed into them.

Relatively speaking, it would be safer to stay in the room.

Steve looked calm and shook his head, "Don't worry, I think there will be a way."

He was more anxious to complete the task than Sharon, but there was another guy who was more anxious than him.

[Hey, Lord, why don't you speak? Don't you want to take back your own power? If we are trapped here, how can we help you? ]

Steve said loudly in his mind.

[Oh, haven’t you found a way? ]

The Holy Lord's voice soon sounded, and unexpectedly, his tone seemed neither anxious nor impatient.

[You mean, the approach we are taking now is correct? ]

[That's right. As long as each of you can survive three attacks from the Grim Reaper, you will disappear from the Grim Reaper's kill list. However, the intensity of each attack will increase. I think the other three are doomed except you. So, don't waste time here, leave them behind.]

Survived three accidents? And each subsequent accident became more severe?

Even Sharon, who was an agent, was injured in the first accident. William and the other man were just ordinary people. How could they escape unscathed?

Steve took a deep breath and said in his heart: [You know I can't abandon them. Tell me, Lord, is there any other way? ]

[Of course. The Grim Reaper wants to kill you because the number of dead is not right. As long as you kill others as a substitute, so that the Grim Reaper can get his job done, you will naturally be safe.]

Let someone else die in your place?
Steve shook his head. How could he do such a thing?
There was no way, he could only take it one step at a time.

(End of this chapter)